Presently the bishop bade Wislac sit down, and then he took up Osric’s ring that I had given him, and also another which lay beside it on the table—­silver also, with some device on it, like that I had worn.

“See, thanes,” he said, “have you three a mind to stay with me for a while and be my council in this matter?  For I am here without a fighting man of my own to speak with.”

Now this was what I would most wish, and I said so, eagerly and with thanks.

And Wislac said that he was surely in good company, and having nought to call him home would gladly stay also.

Then said the bishop, “Stranger you are, friend Wislac, and therefore wear this ring of Osric’s, that men may pay heed to you as his friend and mine; and do you, Heregar, wear this of mine that men may know you for bishop’s man, and so respect your word.”

So was I put under the bishop’s protection, and he would answer for my presence in Wessex to all and any.  That was good, and I felt a free man again in truth, for here was no errand that would end, as Osric’s was ended, when I had seen Eanulf.

Now Wulfhere had not spoken, and the bishop asked him if he too would not stay.

“Ay, lord,” answered Wulfhere, “gladly; but you spoke of thanes only.”

“When the Bishop of Sherborne names one as a thane,” said Ealhstan, smiling, “men are apt to hold him as such.  But only to the worthy are such words spoken.  Now, friend Wulfhere, I have heard of you at Charnmouth fight, and also there is more in Osric’s letter than I have read to you.  So if you will be but a bishop’s landless thane, surely you shall be one”

Then Wulfhere grew red with pleasure, and rising up, did obeisance to the bishop for the honour, and the bishop called us two others to witness that the same was given.

“Now is my council set,” he said, “I to ask questions, and you to advise.”

So for a long two hours we sat and told him all we knew of those Danes, I of the ships, and Wulfhere and Wislac of numbers, and Wulfhere of their ways in raiding a country, for this he had seen before, in Dorset, and also in Ireland, as he told us, in years gone by.

That night we were treated as most honoured guests of the bishop’s own following, and early in the morning the bishop sent for me, before mass.  Once again I found him alone in that room of his, and all he said to me I cannot write down.  But I found that Leofwine the hermit had told him of how I had taken counsel of him and abided by it, even as Ealhstan himself had bidden me; and, moreover, that Osric had written in his letter of what I had been able to do against the Danes, and of Matelgar’s last words concerning me.  And for that remembrance of me, according to his promise, even when writing of far greater matters, I am ever grateful to the good sheriff.